Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Duplicate Doctor, Donna or any of it. Oh, as for Time Lords, disclaimer, I never really went for that whole Lungbarrow thing and I find that whole thing unclear so whatever I say is what I'm going with, I don't know if anyone was terribly attached to it and if you are, I'm sorry. Oh, also, sorry about all the delays, I have still been sick. So, thanks for the reads and the reviews, I love hearing what you guys think. Please let me know what you think about this one and happy reading!

John was starting to think having a baby as a human was not all it was cracked up to be.

He had the Doctor's memories of the process on Gallifrey. Some children on the planet were loomed, but not the Doctor's. The Oracle found that whole process creepy and was fairly convinced it was why the Master was such a weirdo, too much DNA that didn't get mixed well enough. They were both from families who had preferred to bear children, myths or no. Still, the process was very Time Lord, very civilized. A child was concieved, the time for birth determined, pregnancy, then birth. Men were never allowed in the birthing rooms, not because of some need for separation of the sexes, but because they would get in the way. So, he had waited patiently, well, except for that one time he took that short little trip, which he had never heard the end of...

Still, though, it was different being there. For one thing, there was a lot of screaming.

And cursing.

And she might have slapped him when he asked if it was really all that bad.

Still, though, Donna was magnificent and at the end there was a gorgeous little ginger girl. All long limbs and red hair and his brown eyes. Donna was especially pleased with that last part. John was, of course, especially pleased with the ginger part.

Donna looked to John as she cuddled the new baby. He was half asleep in the chair at the bedside.

"Georgiana," she said.

"Hmm, what?," John asked without opening his eyes.

"What do you think of the name Georgiana?"

"Like in Pride and Prejudice?"

"Like in what?"

John opened an eye. "Pride and Prejudice?"

"What's that?"

"It's a book, widely regarded as the greatest love story in English literature. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet? They hate each other but then it turns out they can't live without one another?"

"Never heard of it."

"What about Colin Firth? Have you got him?"

Donna shook her head. "No. What do you think of the name?"

John smiled. "Georgiana Smith-Noble, it has a ring to it."

"Call her Georgie for short sometimes," mused Donna.

"Not me. I'll call her Georgiana every time."

"Given up on Pocahontas then?"

"Suppose so, unless you're still looking for a middle name. Georgiana Pocahontas Smith-Noble?"

"I was thinking of something more traditional."

"Fun killer," said John.

John watched Donna and the baby for a while longer, until they all went blissfully to sleep.

Amy and Rory had been living together since the previous September when he had been accepted at a medical school in London. They were both busy, she at Torchwood at all hours, he studying and working as a nurse.

Rory looked over at Amy. "You should probably sleep."

"I'm just doing this file," she said. "It's got to be perfect. I had too many mistakes in my last one."

"You're fine. John likes you."

Amy snorted. "It's not if he likes me, it's if he thinks I'm worth keeping around. Everyone in that office has more experience than me."

"You travelled with a Time Lord. How many people can say that?"

Amy snorted. "Rose Tyler can say that."

"Is she the wedding crasher?" Adeola and Gwen had given him an earful on his first visit to Torchwood.

"That's her."

Rory glanced at the screen. "Is that an MRI?"

"Yeah, part of the standard health package."

"You guys didn't do the brain damage, did you?"

"No." She paused. "What brain damage?"

Rory pointed. "See that dark spot? That's on the frontal lobe."

"Right. The frontal lobe."

Rory smiled. "That's on the prefrontal cortex, responsible for decision making."

"Decision making?," asked Amy. "So, somebody with this MRI might make bad decisions?"

"Possibly."

Amy went back in the computer. "But it's been like this for years," she said searching through other scans.

Rory peered over again. "No, it's actually gotten bigger. See? There?"

Amy looked at the dates. "That's the Dimension Cannon incident."

"What's a Dimension Cannon?"

"But it's always had a spot since her first employee physical. How did it get there? There's nothing in her file." Amy got up.

"What are you doing?," asked Rory.

"Sorry, I've got to go in. This could be something, something really big."

John woke up startled. He stood and walked over to Georgiana as she lay in the cot. Her eyes were wide open and she seemed to have just discovered that she had hands as she waved her little fists.

She was moving her head. Were they meant to do that? He had perused one of the baby books Donna had bought and found everything to be woefully slow compared to Time Lord children. She was moving her head, though, side to side.

"The hat," he said.

"What?," Donna murmured, still asleep.

"Nothing," said John. He looked back at Georgiana. She was still waving her fist. He took the pink knit cap off her head and she stopped.

"John?," asked Donna, eyes now open. "Does she need a feeding?"

"No, she just didn't like the hat."

She gathered enough energy to raise an eyebrow. "She didn't like the hat?"

"She..." John paused and looked back at the baby. She was still watching him. They weren't meant to do that, were they?

He looked at her and stuck out his tongue.

"John, what are you doing?"

Georgiana stuck her tongue out.

"Uh, Donna, stay right here," he said, lifting her up out of the cot.

"John, what are you doing?"

"Please, just trust me. Stay right here."

John took the baby out as Donna glared at him. He went out into the corridor and walked down the hall, smiling at the nurses who had come to expect him to be unusual after a day of knowing him.

Soon enough, Donna came out of the room and down the corridor, finding John in the now empty visitors' lounge.

"Okay, John," she said coming down the hall, "I don't know what your problem is or why you want to make your baby scream so, but enough is enough!"

Donna arrived finding Georgiana looking completely placid.

"I don't understand," she said.

"Yeah," said John.

"She's not doing anything, but I can hear her crying."

"Yeah."

"Give her to me."

John handed the baby over to Donna. She looked up in surprise.

"I don't hear it anymore."

"Yeah."

"Are you just going to keep saying that?"

"It's a Time Baby trick," he said. "Human babies test their limits by crying out loud. Time Babies cry in your head."

Donna paused. "You didn't mention that."

"I never thought it was possible," he said, staring ahead. "I should have known it..."

Donna sat down across from him. "You should have known what?"

He looked at her squarely. "When I first came here, I was cut off from the Time Vortex, see, that's where a Time Lord gets what makes him a Time Lord. It was like walking around without equilibrium, I thought I was just adjusting, but now I don't think so..."

"Why do you look so worried?," asked Donna. "If she's part Time Baby, so what?"

"Because the Silence want Time Babies."

The full weight of that dawned on Donna's face. "Oh, my God." She cuddled the baby closer. "But you're not going to let that happen, we are not going to let that happen."

"Donna, I-"

"Don't just sit there and feel sorry. Tell me that you are going to do something."

"Yes," said John. "I am going to do something."

Amy Pond had been at the office all night after Rory told her about Rose's scans. She had ordered more scans and a full medical workup to be completed as soon as possible. She was going through the Torchwood archives looking for anything similar. She was startled as she saw John walk in.

"John?," she said.

He didn't answer her. He just kept marching towards the prisoner cells. Amy had seen that look before and knew it wasn't good because she had seen it on the Doctor's face. It was the Oncoming Storm. She got out of her desk and followed.

"John, what's happened? Are Donna and the baby alright?," she asked with trepidation. That was the only time she had seen the Doctor looking this rattled, when he told her that his daughter had been taken.

"Jack's with them," he said tersely as he swiped his key card and went into the cell, Amy followed in quickly before the door shut.

"Wake up!," he shouted.

Rose Tyler stirred on the thin mattress.

"What do you want?," she said.

"What have you done, Rose Tyler?," John asked angrily.

Rose looked to Amy then back at John. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've done something. What is it?"

"I haven't done anything."

"We've established you're lying, Rose! Now let's just establish what it is you're lying about! Why were you really in my house, Rose?"

"Don't know."

He leaned in to her. "You don't care about me, remember? I'm just some carbon copy! You don't care if I live or die, all you care about is the Doctor, so what were you doing in my house?"

Rose shrugged. "Don't know."

"You did something because something has happened to my baby. One quarter Time Lord, the DNA should be lying dormant, but something's awakened it. What have you done?"

Now Rose looked truly confused. "What?"

Amy stepped forward. "What did you do?"

"I don't know anything."

"No! You know what you did! You're in on it! Tell me what it is!"

Rose didn't answer, just stared at John. She actually looked scared.

"Do you remember what your mother said?"

"What?" Rose was struck by the oddness of the question.

"All those years ago, in the TARDIS, when the ghosts came. What did she say to you?"

Rose tried to push back the memory.

"She was worried about you travelling with the Doctor. She was worried about you changing, imagining this strange woman a billion miles from Earth, you wouldn't be human, you wouldn't even be Rose Tyler. She was wrong, though, because you changed right here. What are you, Rose?"

She looked at him, fighting back tears.

Then it went black.

"John? John!"

John woke up to find Adeola over him. He looked next to him to see Gwen helping Amy off the floor.

"What happened?," asked John.

"Cameras cut out in this cell," she said helping him sit up.

"Where's Rose?," he asked, looking around.

"Gone," said Adeola. "Be careful. You've got a cut on your forehead."

John reached up to touch it. His head was sticky with blood and it hurt like hell.

"John," said Amy.

He looked over. She had two hashmarks on her hand.

"What does that mean?," asked Gwen.

"The Silence," said Amy. "They were here."

"I've got to get back to the hospital," said John.

"We just talked to them, Jack says Donna and the baby are fine," Adeola reassured him.

"John, I need to show you something."

Amy took John back to her desk and showed him the scans of Rose Tyler and what her conclusions were.

"You're wrong, though," said John.

"I am?," Amy asked hopefully.

"No, because it's worse." He sighed. "I should have seen it, the Doctor should have seen it, but there was just too much going on!"

"What do you mean?"

John sighed and collapsed in Amy's chair. "That's not brain damage, well, it is, but it's not just that. See, Rose Tyler absorbed the Time Vortex."

Amy's eyes widened. "The Doctor told me that was dangerous and then the Oracle added it was decidedly stupid."

"That would be accurate. See, she did it and absorbed all the energy of the Time Vortex and took on the power of a god, killed the Daleks, made Jack immortal..."

"What?," asked Amy.

"Oh, yeah, there's another Jack and he's immortal."

"So, shouldn't it have killed her? How did she live?"

"The Doctor's ninth self gave up his life to save her, absorbed all the energy of the Time Virtex."

"But it's still there," said Amy, "and it's gotten worse."

"You were right," said John. "This got worse around the time of the Dimension Cannon Project, all that jumping across the Void, absorbing new energy-" He took a breath. "Oh, no. Shan Shen."

"Shan Shen?"

"When the Doctor and Donna came out of the fortune teller's room at Shan Shen, Bad Wolf was written everywhere, just like when Rose was the Bad Wolf. Don't you see? She became the Bad Wolf again! That's the only way that makes sense! The Doctor was just too distracted and probably thought it was another ontological paradox!"

"Distracted by what?"

"The end of all reality and his wife's brain was about to blow up."

Amy nodded. "Fair enough." She knelt to face John. "But, John, this Bad Wolf thing, it turned her into a god, I'm not an expert, but I know my mythology and I know a little bit about neurology, thanks to Rory. You know what else he noticed?"

John looked back at the scan. "What?"

"Her brain never finished developing, it's supposed to stop in your twenties, but hers stopped when she was nineteen."

"When she became the Bad Wolf..." John realized.

"So, somewhere out there is a god with the mind of a nineteen year old girl obsessed with a married man in another universe and working with the Silence." She took a breath. "What part of that sounds good?"

John sped home and ran upstairs. He searched in the night table, relieved to find the psychic paper Mayantha had given him still in the drawer and sat on the bed to write a message.